From Da Back Lyrics - When The Smoke Clears - Three 6 Mafia

You dealing with some thugs 

Who like to hit it from the back, back 

With no kind of springs attached 

What you think about that shorty? 

You dealing with some bitches 

Who like cheese up front, front 

Get down on your knees up front 

Now, what you think about that, baby? 

You dealing with some thugs 

Who like to hit it from the back, back 

With no kind of springs attached 

What you think about that shorty? 

You dealing with some bitches 

Who like cheese up front, front 

Get down on your knees up front 

Now, what you think about that, baby? 

Nigga, please, I' m hotter than a hundred degrees 

Poppy in me but sex don't come until we come to our knees 

Gimme' yo' cheese before I get my niggas and weed 

Flatten you out take care of that that's how it be, baby 

Me and my girls cost too much for you, nigga 

Extra nigga in the Jag, can you get with me nigga? 

Hell no, I'm the bitch with the chronic that's getting high 

Makin' money, lookin' funny when I fuck on you guys 

Damn right, I'm the bitch of da night 

No matter what thugged out 

And some shirt, short jeans, a big butt 

What you see when I'm walking on by 

I see you lookin' whether male or female 

You in I see you lookin' 

When I'm packin' yo' nigga you know the taste 

At the S it's 99 

You serve me with cha' face nigga 

You know we did it 

You be trickin' like daddy oops, I spilled the beans, baby 

I be braggin' like this have ya heard ? 

You dealing with some thugs 

Who like to hit it from the back, back 

With no kind of springs attached 

What you think about that shorty? 

You dealing with some bitches 

Who like cheese up front, front 

Get down on your knees up front 

Now, what you think about that, baby? 

You dealing with some thugs 

Who like to hit it from the back, back 

With no kind of springs attached 

What you think about that shorty? 

You dealing with some bitches 

Who like cheese up front, front 

Wet down on your knees up front 

Now, what you think about that, baby? 

I seen em' coming out the club 

Drop the posse walk me down 

Barely able to stand up, barely able to fall down 

Hanging in the bathroom with my dogs 

It's all about two balls now, I need a warm cup 

For a dick and two balls it's Paul in a Jag 

But ain't bout' to brag, I'm trying to grab 

A little hot somethin' skately wag 

Some 'bout it, some down it tray ghetto ass, ho 

Some ready for war cause hittin' it boy will make your ass go 

All motherfuckin' night dont play drop yo jawbones 

It's on, cause this dick on my leg 

Y'all niggas want a real dicksucker 

Come Down South make you say 

"Damn, Grey, you still eat with that mouth?" 

Then she turned over, caught dripping like a faucet 

I called my dog Too Sway 'cause this ho about to toss it 

I'm fucking with you cause you fucked with me 

And caught this Christian in a bad little 

Somethin' to my whole weed 

You dealing with some thugs 

Who like to hit it from the back, back 

With no kind of springs attached 

What you think about that shorty? 

You dealing with some bitches 

Who like cheese up front, front 

Get down on your knees up front 

Now, what you think about that, baby? 

You dealing with some thugs 

Who like to hit it from the back, back 

With no kind of springs attached 

What you think about that shorty? 

You dealing with some bitches 

Who like cheese up front, front 

Get down on your knees up front 

Now, what you think about that, baby? 

First my nigga, call the freak, tell her she got dick to eat 

Balls and all standin' tall dont forget the jack 'a' me 

Tell her five dope we keep, opt a move as just a sweep 

Heard she liked it from da back, in the back from Toronsy 

Paul said she wants to blow with bad bitch week 

We cut off her I don't wanna hit the jump 

Grab my eight, we'll get her drunk 

My nigg, what you waitin' on? 

Hey, let me use that other phone 

Fuck that, she got skit to hit 

I'm a call that ho while she at home 

Hello 

What's the bidness bitch? 

Who is this? 

Mister Dick, I'm 'bout to come and scoop you up 

For what? 

For what the fuck, the click 

My dog said you got the clams, silicon wit the ass 

Don't even need a bag to hide your face 

To sit you down, rumors say you turn em' out 

In da car, or on da couch 

Never hear em' yellin' ouch 

Dick and balls up in yo' mouth 

Grab my eight and in a hit 

Maybe you can bring your friend 

Do you niggas got that bluff? Yeah 

[Incomprehensible] 

You dealing with some thugs 

Who like to hit it from the back, back 

With no kind of springs attached 

What you think about that shorty? 

You dealing with some bitches 

Who like cheese up front, front 

Get down on your knees up front 

Now, what you think about that, baby? 

You dealing with some thugs 

Who like to hit it from the back, back 

With no kind of springs attached 

What you think about that shorty? 

You dealing with some bitches 

Who like cheese up front, front 

Get down on your knees up front 

Now, what you think about that, baby?